Chapter 163 Third Brother's Wife, Pour Me a Cup of Tea
"It's not up to you."
Jiang Weiguo raised his hand and slapped Zhong Chuchu twice.
In the past, Zhong Chuchu would cover her face and beg for mercy when she was beaten, but this time she not only did not beg for mercy, but also glared fiercely at Jiang Weiguo.
Jiang Weiguo was clearly indignant that she still dared to look at him.
He immediately pulled out his belt and said, "If you don't leave, I'll beat you until you do."
Zhong Chuchu suffered an unprecedented beating, but this time she didn't cry.
He even covered his face and laughed, spitting blood as he laughed.
Jiang Weiguo's hands ached from exhaustion, but she smiled with a ferocious expression.
He was muttering to himself, "I won't get a divorce. Go ahead and kill me if you dare."
Jiang Weiguo wanted to make another move, but Jiang Xiangdong stopped him: "Finish it off as soon as possible, and find a good girl to carry on the family line."
It means don't waste your time on Zhong Chuchu.
Jiang Weiguo cursed and even tried to kick Zhong Chuchu.
Jiang Xiangdong said irritably, "I'm not the captain anymore."
It means that if you kill someone and cause trouble, he won't be able to handle it.
Jiang Weiguo put his foot down, preventing him from hitting him, so he started cursing.
Zhong Chuchu didn't argue, she just listened silently.
When he started hurling really harsh insults, Zhong Chuchu spat at him.
Jiang Weiguo was annoyed by her nonchalant attitude, so that night he found a girl from the same village to warm his bed.
On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, life in the compound remained peaceful.
Many people are still in their hometowns and haven't returned.
The courtyard was quiet, except for Shen Wanjun's house, which was relatively lively.
Song Zhan's parents, along with his eldest brother, came to visit.
As soon as Wei Shufen put down her backpack, she started running up and down the stairs, looking around nonstop.
He kept muttering, "Wow, this house is so nice, it even has stairs."
"It doesn't leak at all, and it's quite warm."
"This bed is huge, even bigger than the earthen bed at home."
"If I had known, I would have brought the whole family here to enjoy a life of luxury."
Song Zhan was completely bewildered, while Shen Wanjun simply stood aside and watched the spectacle.
Since ancient times, conflicts between mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law have been inevitable.
She wanted to see Song Zhan's attitude first before deciding how to respond.
Anyway, she'll deal with whatever comes her way and won't let herself suffer.
As for whether the mother-in-law will suffer a loss, that's hard to say.
Shen Wanjun waved the secret manual she had compiled last time, and Song Zhan smiled wryly.
Song Qian looked around the table and then sat down in the main seat.
He tapped the table with his dark, calloused hands: "Third brother's wife, pour me a cup of tea."
Song Qian is in good health and is not yet 50 years old, but he is already living a retirement life at home.
Once here, one naturally has to act superior in front of the third brother and his wife.
Shen Wanjun touched her stomach: "The doctor said I can't bend over or do any work."
Before the conflict between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law could even escalate, a major battle between father-in-law and daughter-in-law had already quietly begun.
Song Qian was the eldest son of the Song family. No one in the family dared to disobey him, let alone refuse his requests.
If it were anyone else, he would have slapped them across the face long ago—you've got too much nerve.
But facing Shen Wanjun, whose beauty was like a peach blossom, he dared not act recklessly.
It wasn't that he was afraid of Song Zhan, but mainly that Shen Wanjun's grape-like eyes, staring at him without blinking, made him inexplicably apprehensive.
No one in the Song family had ever dared to openly look him in the eye like that, let alone with a hint of provocation and amusement in her eyes.
It was as if Song Qian wasn't her father-in-law, but some beggar who could be dismissed at any time.
Song Qian wasn't one to be trifled with either; he slammed his hand on the table.
The teacup on the table wobbled and almost fell over.
"Would it kill you to pour a cup of tea?"
“When your mother was pregnant with Song Zhan, she gave birth right there in the field, and went back to work right after giving birth.”
"If your mother and I hadn't worked so hard, would you be living such a good life now?"
"The kindness of parents is greater than the heavens. Let alone asking you to pour tea, I would ask you to give your life for me, and you would agree to it."
Song Zhan's face turned pale, and he gripped Shen Wanjun's hand tightly.
He said to Song Qian, "Dad, let me pour you some tea."
“We don’t need you,” Song Qian and Shen Wanjun said at the same time.
Song Zhan stood there stunned. He could understand what his father was saying.
But his wife wouldn't let him help, and he couldn't understand it.
Shen Wanjun looked at Wei Shufen with sympathy: "Mom, is what Dad said true? You were working and giving birth at the same time?"
Wei Shufen nodded: "Yes, that's how rural women are."
She glanced sideways at Shen Wanjun and said, "You city people are so spoiled."
Shen Wanjun burst into tears in an instant, throwing herself into Wei Shufen's arms and wailing, "Mom, you've had it so tough."
The beauty shed tears, and I couldn't help but feel pity for Wei Shufen.
He reached out his withered hand and wiped away her tears.
The rough fingertips scratched Shen Wanjun's face until it hurt.
She said, "Mom, do you know why you work so hard?"
"Why?" Wei Shufen asked subconsciously.
She pursed her lips, about to say that everyone in the village goes through this, so what's so hard about it?
Shen Wanjun pointed at Song Qian: "Because your husband is impotent!"
Song Qian jumped up and down, wanting to hit someone, but was glared at by Shen Wanjun.
He reluctantly lowered his hand, only daring to curse her in his heart.
Shen Wanjun pulled Wei Shufen aside and said, "Mom, think about it, what if your husband is a brigade leader, or works for the government, or is in the army, like Song Zhan?"
"Will you still suffer so much hardship and pain?"
"That's why getting married is so important. Look at me, I married your son and didn't suffer at all."
Shen Wanjun spoke with a boastful tone, and Wei Shufen's face turned pale and then red.
After thinking about it for a moment, it seems... it seems to make sense!
Shen Wanjun added fuel to the fire: "Mom, you have a good foundation. You must have been a great beauty when you were young, otherwise you wouldn't have been able to give birth to such a handsome son as Song Zhan."
These words struck a chord with Wei Shufen, who was once a famously beautiful girl in the surrounding villages.
At the time, she did have many suitors from well-off families, but after much deliberation, she chose Song Qian, a good-for-nothing who had nothing.
"Sigh~" Wei Shufen slapped her thigh.
She pointed at Song Qian and said, "It's all your fault."
"Blame me?"
Song Qian pointed to his own nose. The old woman was quite bold; she actually dared to point at him.
Wei Shufen changed the subject and said, "It's all because you're too handsome, I couldn't resist."
Hahahaha.
Shen Wanjun couldn't help but burst into laughter, and Song Zhan's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally relaxed a little.
My wife and mother get along quite well.
Wei Shufen was successfully led astray, and she pulled Shen Wanjun aside to tell her stories from their youth.
Shen Wanjun listened with great interest, occasionally chiming in with a few words, providing ample emotional support.
She stole the show in the room in an instant.
Song Qian sat on the table, feeling neglected and ignored by everyone.
He sulked for a while, then couldn't help but tap the table again with his pipe.
"Third daughter-in-law, where's my tea? Do you want me to die of thirst?"
Shen Wanjun: "Dad, do you have a bad memory?"
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"Didn't I just say that the doctor doesn't let me work?"
Song Qian said with a dark face, "Which unreliable doctor said that?"
"I said it."
Huang Ya and Song Juan had just returned from shopping.
He stepped forward and asked, "Old man, are you questioning my medical skills?"
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